I often find myself revisiting the words of Robin Wall Kimmerer: “The land knows you, even when you are lost.”
As someone who comes from a legacy of forced displacement due to colonial violence, I understand how the wounds inflicted by the separation from our native lands and waters extend across many generations and timescapes.
I carry a deep yearning to return home, to feel the earth my ancestors stewarded, to embody the memories the land has preserved, and to seed the dreams of my future kin.
